Anal Creampie 2: Indian-a Joans

He thrust into my asshole without a word or lube.

“MISTER!” I gasped, my back arching as he slid in from the black man's cum and my old saliva.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his brown cock’s girth. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me, reaming me without mercy. I clenched down on his dick.

My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, sore ass.

I thrashed beneath him. No pleasure, just pain and agony, as his dick churned by my insides.

"Why are you doing this to me," I cried out, gasping at the surge of pain shooting through me. I shuddered, my breasts sliding against the counter, while my sweaty body stuck to it, keeping me in place for his anal ****

I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock, as he rammed me like a piece of meat, his hand slamming my head against the counter with every thrust.

"You want to know, you gori whore," he said, gripping my bucking ass, as drove in his deep thrusts. I grunted, barely able to pay attention, at the flaring of pain.

"Back when you whites used to dominate India with an iron fist, made the rules, pillaged the country, did as you pleased; my family worked for a white family," he said, gripping my blond hair in his brown hand, as he slammed his cock into my rectum.

"Well my sister one day was cleaning for this family, when their son cornered her in the backroom. He **** her, repeatedly, shoving himself into her, before leaving her, like trash. He denied everything, said she came onto him. And my family, who couldn't find work else where and were unwilling to lose that for their 'whore' daughter, abandoned her. Left her to die," he continued angrily, reaming my ass relentlessly.

I grunted, only understanding bits and pieces of what he was saying, but getting he was taking his anger out on me.

"Sir, please, I didn't do any of that. I'm ugggggg."

I tried to say more words, but he slammed his entire length into my rectum, the entire girthy appendage burning my tired little ass.

My hands desperately reached for my clit for relief, only for him to grab them and put them behind my back, before fucking me harder.

"I...I...I...I."

I couldn't think, the pain was overwhelming, I was crying.

"Fucking whore," he shouted, his cum spurting into my rear end, almost, in a sick way acting like lotion to cool against the pain.

He stood there, still inside me, softening.

I remained still as well, my ass clenching against his brown cock, draining it hungrily of his fluid. I struggled to focus, my head dazed by pain, and my heart still racing.

With a satisfied grunt, he slipped his cock from my rear end, before joyously slapping my ass. I could feel his cum oozing from my ass down my pussy and onto the floor.

I continued to lay on the counter, barely able to breathe, let alone move.